Perhaps that is why the two are matched quite well together. As much as he wishes to please her, in turn, she desires to please him. Deep down she wants to do everything she possibly can to see his lopsided grin, hoping to make him happy. That others cannot see Tobias for all that he is both angers her and delights her all the same. His sweet, kind, and humorous nature was not always seen, it was almost like a secret, a secret she, and she alone could divulge in. It was a shame that others would not be able to see this light-hearted side of him, but then again did any of the truly deserve to see Tobi as he is? None of them deserved to see how he was, not after what they would do to him. It angered her to no end when they would be somewhere in public, be among their fellow species in the Ark or out and about in the human world, and she would see their accursing eyes and listen to their taunting and cruel words muttered under their breath. Although she knew he may not understand or even care what they all had to say, it affected her greatly, and she did her best to ignore them all, focusing her attention only on him, to reassure her him that all was well, that he was right, and everyone else wasn't.

His purr causes the curly-haired woman to chuckle softly, lips pulling back in an easy simper, as his lips crash against her own. It had taken him some time to train her, to teach her on how she should react when he decides to hold himself on top of her, the masculine and beastly show of dominance was one that had made her anxious in the beginning, but now that she had grown used to this display and understood that it was his attempt to show affection, she accepted it entirely. Finding herself eagerly willing to be beneath him, to feel his frame pressed atop her own, securely underneath him, his arms securing her in this place, encouraging the girl to feel safe and wanted. At night when she was ready to sleep after a long and exhausting day, when he would gently begin to crawl over her in their hammock, she eagerly shifted her body to accompany him and fit herself beneath him, enjoying his tone frame against her lithe form, how he left tender kisses against her lips, and where ever he desired to place his lips on her. The girl feeling nothing but bliss and affection from him in these moments. As his dark eyes shift to look at her own blue-grey eyes, a small smile appeared as he explained his actions.

"You are very good at surprises."

In truth he was! Always the deviant was up to something, surprising her on purpose or unknowingly surprising her all the same. He was always dragging her into some crazy event, a new game, or just wanting her to be with him in all that he does. She loved it when he used a new word she had said a day ago, and applied it correctly. There was one time he had tried so hard to read out the world 'milk' and then one day, as she was making breakfast, she beamed with pride when he grabbed the carton and spelled out the word to her, proclaiming he could read 'milk.' Even when his other half took charge, it was always a special moment for her to learn more about him, and see what he would have been like, surprised when his two sides showed their affections or revealed some secret. That he would have tricked her into a race, and be upset, only to make her appear to him in her human form to comfort him, only for him to turn around and pin her to the ground â€" should have all been something she foresaw. Yet how could she? She is content with how his body positions himself more on top of her, returning her lips to his own. A sigh escapes from her when she feels his lips press to her cheek, and begin to trail down her jaw, her heart racing when his tongue continues to lower down, teeth and tongue staying around her nape, causing an almost purr sound to escape her.

It is when he rests his lips against her collarbone and the edge of her shirt, her eyes noticing how he stares at her shirt with disdain. There had been times in which she permitted him to have this particular article of clothing removed, but she was highly unsure about doing so out in the open. Yes, they were outside, yes they were in the middle of the field within the woods, and yet the girl was anxious that someone would walk in on her half naked with him. However, she knew he would keep her safe if someone unwanted came along, and thankfully she could turn back to her wolf form if needed. As his fingers tease the hem of her shirt, she recalls this action from the previous times, his non-verbal cue to ask for permission. One would think he would be incapable of considering her thoughts, and yet, that was one of his hidden traits she loved about him. For all her shortcomings and all the struggles he has with her, he can be quite understanding. It is when his fingers dive beneath her shirt, his long callous fingers gliding over her pale scarred skin, right over her stomach, she let out a soft giggle, feeling her sensitive skin be tickled. Wordlessly she nods, moving her upper frame slightly so as to help him tear the shirt off her, and once it is removed, she lays back down, but brings one of his hands to place against her side, encouraging him to touch. It is when she feels his calloused finger rub against one of her old scars, she frowns and looks down, wishing entirely that she was not covered in gruesome scars. Tentatively her eyes shifted upwards to see him, nodding mutely giving him permission to continue, a small simper another sign of encouragement.

Raven Clocksworth.